Where does my mind start? Where does my mind end? No
expanse to the ultimate, the thoughts do not stop. Time does
not stop. It is all in perpetual motion. All a vibration in the
universe. Constant it is, alive in the conception. I am me,
a presence of GODS creation.
When will it ever stop? When will it begin again? Yet, I am
a part of this vibration, a cord or note, in the music of the
universe. My song of life, played out in the discourse of
being. I am a being, a place, and moment in all of time.
I sing my song. Then, I am a part of all time. All of time, is
before me, in this creation of time. Here for a moment and
gone to another place. Yet, all of myself, is this conception
of a place and time.
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